~Lyra~
Okay so listen, I know this is going to sound crazy—and I swear I’m not even exaggerating—but the moment that last elder walked out and the door slammed shut? I felt it.
Like not in a subtle, oh-what-a-tense-moment kind of way. No. I mean I felt it in my chest. In my throat. In my freaking p***y.
I knew what was about to happen and my legs were already trembling because Damon was standing behind me, breathing like he had murder in his lungs and s*x in his veins, and I just knew.
I f*****g knew he was about to lose it.
He didn’t even speak at first. He didn’t say a single word. He just stood there with his big Alpha body radiating heat like a goddamn volcano while I sat there—still in that stupid bloody chair, still pulsing between my legs, still trying to pretend I wasn’t so
